#last life oneshots

[minecraftbookshelf]

Does anyone else ever think about how Scott Smajor’s Third Life series ended being hunted through the woods by Ren and Martyn…and then his Last Life series ended hunting Martyn and Ren through the woods?

#narrative parallels #rhymes and rhythms #third life smp #life series #last life smp #inthelittlewood #rain rambles #I’m totally normal about this and don’t have a oneshot idea percolating about it #I swear #smajor1995 #rendog

[melon-wing]

Not-So-Secret Soulmates [Scar/Grian]

[[FANFICTION MASTERLIST]]

Grian stood at the small grave, looking at the name with a pained expression. His heart ached for the friend he had just lost, even when he knew it wouldn’t be forever. He hadn’t meant to kill Bigb. He had managed to convince himself they were secret soulmates so much that he had forgotten Bigb had still been connected to Ren after all. He probably wouldn’t have built that trap otherwise. Or maybe he would have done it, but he would have apologised to Bigb before they had perished. This way he had actually celebrated his secret soulmate’s death, indirectly, but still. He had cheered. 

Grian almost felt as if arms were embracing him and he wondered if that was really the case. He remembered being a ghost last time. He had still been able to stay in that world and while he had just watched, maybe soft touches were possible. Him and Scar had been able to hear the shouts of the dead in their first game after all. Sometimes the wall between the dead and the living got thinner as emotions ran high. 

“I’m so sorry, B. I didn’t mean to kill you. I wished things could have been different. I really… I really wanted to be with you”, he whispered into the cold night air.

“You wanted him to be your soulmate instead of me, didn’t you?”

Grian jumped, whipping around so quickly he almost fell, the feeling of the soft embrace immediately disappearing as a cold shiver ran down his back. How hadn’t he heard Scar walk up to him? It was so unlike him to not pay attention and Scar usually wasn’t one to hide his presence well enough. It took him a moment to overcome the shock to realise Scar was still waiting for an answer, his eyes looking deep into his and it was as if he was pulled into these brown pools filled with uncertainty and sadness.

“Yes. I wanted him to be my soulmate. He was the one I was disappointed about most when we discovered he wasn’t my soulmate.”

Scar let out a small laugh, but there was no joy in it, it sounded so hollow.

“I mean… I knew that. Why am I even surprised? I just never thought you’d admit it just like that. But yeah, it’s true. Nobody would have been happy having me as a partner. I’m irresponsible, I mess up stuff and I don’t think before jumping into action. I’m the worst at this and anyone would have been better. I’m a walking, talking catastrophe.”

Grian could see something breaking inside Scar as his voice reached a higher pitch as he spoke, cracking every now and again, his words making him spiral downwards even more. 

“Scar-”

“No. Don’t you dare deny it now. You know it’s true! I pretended I didn’t hear you scream when you found out. I pretended it was something else that made you this upset, but I knew. I knew we were soulmates before you did. I knew the moment I stepped foot into this weird world. Because how could it ever be anybody else other than you?”, Scar ranted on, a shaking hand pushing his hair from his forehead as he looked at Grian, his eyes a mixture of sadness and madness. He was losing it quickly and Grian was too overwhelmed to know what to say to him. “Scar, please…”

Scar just shook his head, eyes moving from Grian to the grave behind him. “I thought this time we could win together. Me and you until the end. This time we wouldn’t have to fight to death. I didn’t want to see you cry again like last time. It was so hard to keep pretending then and not just hug you. I promised myself to protect you.”

“Wait… pretend?”

The glint of madness seemed to disappear and Scar smiled softly, but still so sad as he recalled the memories of their first game. “Grian. I’m not that bad at fistfighting. I’m a clutz, but even I don’t stumble that often and fall face first into a cactus. I didn’t want to hurt you. I let you win. Had I known you’d cry over my dying body like that I would have just accidentally fallen into a ravine before we ever reached that damn ring of death.”

Grian only stared at him, thinking back to their encounter in the desert, not trying to linger too long on the memory of the screams and blood. Now that Scar had said it, it seemed so obvious. Not even Scar was that much of an idiot when something was important to him. Apparently winning had never been important to him.

“I- Thank you, I think?”

Scar just shook his head and Grian was pretty sure getting gratitude wasn’t the reason he had brought it up.

“It’s in the past now. We were a great team back then. Not so much anymore. What happened to us, G? I thought you enjoyed being with me, even if I can be an irresponsible buffoon sometimes. We hang out all the time on Hermitcraft. We have lots of fun together, don’t we? Why do you hate being my soulmate so much that you want to team up with someone else?”

Grian pressed his lips together, glancing everywhere but at Scar’s face. He hadn’t known his attitude would hurt Scar this much and he knew he owed his partner an explanation, but he had a hard time admitting it out loud, when he had only ever told Bigb about the way he felt.

“I didn’t want to be the one to kill you again”, Grian finally whispered, looking up from uncertain eyes at Scar who seemed slightly shocked at his confession. “If you weren’t my soulmate I could have tried to do the same thing I did last time: Stay as far away from you as possible and make sure we’re not on the same or on opposing teams. I know this is a game and I know we all respawn… But I didn’t know back then. The first time. I thought I had killed you. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t fight you again. A piece of me broke that day, Scar, and I have been unable to repair it.”

“What?” Scar just gasped out, looking at him as if he was processing those words for a moment and then a bit of the sadness disappeared and he seemed less lonely and broken as a hopeful glimmer appeared. “So you teaming up with Bigb…?”

“He was helping me, Scar. We spent so much time together because he’s one of my best friends and he knows me. And I tried to replace you with him and I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you this much. It’s not that I don’t like you… I like you too much.”

Scar seemed to stop, all thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as his wide eyes looked straight into Grian’s. And then suddenly his cheeks started to turn pink as his shocked expression morphed into a small shy smile. It was an expression that made Grian’s heart race faster again. It was funny how the smallest of changes on Scar’s face could make him react like this.

Scar finally stepped up, taking a hold of Grian’s hand. “You don’t have to do this. Keeping your distance. I promise I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. We don’t have to fight and even if we die”, Scar took the hand to his lips, kissing it softly, looking up from the hand at Grian, “We’ll be right back together. I will be there when you wake up on Hermitcraft. We’ll be together. This is not real, Grian. We aren’t dying.”

“I know…”, Grian whispered, looking at Scar, those bright green eyes looking at him from beneath long eyelashes. “I just. I’m scared. What if I make enemies and you die because of me? What if I stumble and fall? What if some mob gets to me?”

Scar just shrugged, smiling fully now as he lowered Grian’s hand once more. “Grian. Do I look like someone who thinks he could win this? I cost you two lives already. So if you stumble, I’ll just have to catch you and put you back on your feet again. And if we die, I’ll be happy knowing we did our best together as a team. And once this is over we can be together without worrying. Back home.”

Grian smiled back at Scar. He just couldn’t help it. Seeing that smile was always too infectious. There was still a deep worry inside him, but yet he felt calm as well. Yeah, he might die and hurt Scar. But Scar wouldn’t mind. Scar would still be there waiting for him once he woke up again. Scar lifted his free hand up, letting it rest softly on Grian’s cheek and Grian leaned into the warmth of that touch, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing his constantly racing mind to slow down for the first time since this game had started. When he opened his eyes, all he could see and think of was Scar. Scar with his soft locks and bright smile. And with those deep eyes that looked at him with so much affection. It was truly a miracle he hadn’t suspected before that his feelings weren't one sided. “Promise me, Scar… Promise you’ll stay by my side. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me this time.”

Scar smiled and nodded.

“You’re not alone. Not in this world and not in the next.”

And as they both leaned forward their lips touched to seal the promise and Grian could feel a spark running through his whole body and he just knew that even if they didn’t win, he had gotten everything he ever wanted in this miserable world. He had found something precious that would stay far longer than the time they’d spend here. He had finally found love.

#🍉 stories #hermitship #scarian #It's nanowrimo and I come back to life #I still have the requests from last year saved and will work on some #I also plan to expand on the pirate au and turn it into a full story instead of oneshots #thanks to every follower that stuck around through all the breaks I take

[neoflames]

Feeling normal about Mumbo being back in the life series and Martyn also being there

Word count: 1106 (I think)

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Martyn glanced around the circle of players, studying them in no particular order.

Jimmy. The canary hybrid looked a tad nervous, to say the least- hell, Martyn would be too if he'd been out first every previous game. His wings seemed slightly larger than they were in Limited Life, but they had yet to acquire the dim yellow glow that they normally donned when Jimmy was close to his inevitable fate. A faint expression of awe was plastered across the dark blonde's face as he stared down at the multiple rows of hearts on his communicator.

Grian. The parrot hybrid was explaining the rules of the series with a smirk that suggested he was going to break some of them only heartbeats after the group separated. He was squinting disapprovingly as the sun as it shone directly on his face, waving his hand as if gesturing for it to go away. He was glancing around with an amused expression as people exchanged muttered greetings.

Gem. Despite having been thrown headfirst into a death game, the redhead looked completely unfazed by this terrifying prospect. The grin on her face suggested she viewed it more as a challenge than a scramble for survival, and she too appeared to be silently assessing her fellow server members- her competitors, if you will.

Cleo. The zombie hybrid was staring at Lizzie (who appeared to have returned) with a starstruck expression, her mouth continually opening as if she planned to say something and then closing as if she decided against it. After a moment, Lizzie returned their stares with an awkward smile and Cleo decided that their nails were suddenly incredibly interesting and they should stare at them, actually. Despite the awkwardness of their reunion, Martyn still felt a slight pang of jealousy as Cleo glanced up and exchanged a genuine smile with her former teammate.

After a moment of struggling to ignore the person stood next to him, Martyn glanced to the side, his left hand reaching for the battered amethyst ring on his right. Mumbo.

Martyn stared uncertainly at the raven haired man smiling placidly in Grian's direction. Mumbo still looked exactly the same as he did in Martyn's memories- and his nightmares.

Unlike the rest of the server members (aside from Lizzie and Gem), who had steadily been gaining scars all over, permanent bloodstains from where they'd killed someone for good and grudges that caused them to shoot awkward glanced in the directions of others, Mumbo didn't look at all bothered by the situation he was in.

His skin was clear of scars apart from the one on his hand where Grian's sword had nicked him in Last Life, and he was looking  around at everyone with a smile, with no clear ill will towards anyone regardless of betrayals. Lizzie had a similar appearance- clearly being in only one death game had its benefits.

Martyn wasn't sure how to feel. He tried to think about how he'd felt towards Mumbo before, to try and make the ache in his chest make sense.

The polite curiosity that had appeared in the form of crude jokes and throwing lava at people as he spotted a new player- Mumbo Jumbo, what a ridiculous name.

The awkward silence followed by laughter and jokes as Martyn proclaimed Mumbo to be his husband.

The warmth he'd felt as they sat quietly and watched the sun set over the horizon, the feelings between them needing no words as they were expressed through the smile on both of their faces.

The dread he'd felt while he'd watched the life drain out of Mumbo as his teammate's name faded into red.

The anger he'd felt flooding through him at Mumbo's bloodlust-fuelled threats, as he shouted back meaningless insults in response.

The despair that had rendered him frozen to the spot as he watched Grian kick Mumbo's body to the ground, the dirty blonde yanking his blade out of his former teammate's chest without a regret in the world as a message flashed up in chat- 'MumboJumbo was slain by Grian using The Boogey Blade'.

The loneliness drowning out everything else around him as he let out hysterical laughs at his own delusions, as he reached out desperately for the illusion of his teammates as it faded, as he realised how alone he truly was.

The disappointment that flooded through him in Double Life and Limited Life when he realised Mumbo wasn’t there, that it had taken him two death games to recover from the events of one.

The heart-wrenching anguish he'd felt with every dream- every time he replayed Mumbo's death in his head, every time he remembered Mumbo's cold, uncaring gaze as Martyn watched warily, every time he'd reminisced in his sleep about how even a hint of something dark had caused him to whip his head around, just in case it was a hint of a scaly, jet black tail or soft black hair, or a gaze that was so dark but so warm at the same time.

Mumbo finally seemed to notice him playing with the ring on his right hand- the ring Mumbo also had, the ring that was identical to the one that Martyn had jokingly (not so jokingly) proposed to Mumbo with. And he smiled. The raven-haired man paused for a moment, searching through his pockets as Martyn stared down. He doesn't have the ring. Why would he? Nobody else is stupid and sentimental and clinging onto everything once gone, I shouldn’t be disappointed, I shouldn’t-

His train of thought was cut off as Mumbo slipped on the silver ring, the amethyst embedded into it catching the light and casting a thin purple light onto his face. It was a lot less battered than Martyn's ring, having only been through one death game instead of three, but it seemed well-looked after, just as polished and shiny as the day Martyn had first given it to him.

The blonde stared back at him, Grian’s speech fading into background noise as his breath caught in his throat. It was a small thing, holding onto a silly ring from a silly joke that was given as a silly gesture, but he couldn’t help but smile back.

Despite the fact that no words were exchanged, it felt like a million jokes, a thousand conversations and a hundred reunions were shared in just those few moments.

Martyn’s smile widened, and then he glanced back at Grian, still tugging slightly on his ring. He’s back.

He’s back. Again. For the first time in a while, looking down at his ring brought him no pain.

#secret life #trafficshipping #secret life spoilers #? #Ahasbands #shipping #redwood #oneshot #Neo writes #traffic series #life series #last life #double life #limited life #<- mentioned

[thetopichot]

CW: Periods

So, we all know that Lucien can heat himself up like a warm ass heater right? To all of my homies with ovaries, consider using Lucien as a heating pad during your shark week. He can lay in your lap & he can also soothe your body pain. Win, Win situation.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice lucien #lucien yuurivoice #yuurivoice big red #big red yuurivoice #big red #cw menstruation #cw periods #i put a content warning for all of my fellow trans men & enby homies #im trans too & I hate getting periods #but hey thats life & life sucks #I was also in the middle of writing Lucien in the Late Night Call oneshot headcanon fic #I kept thinking about Lucien being used as a heating pad #he can adjust his body temperature so I wanted to talk about that #also one last thing #trans homies/enby homies/dudettes #you are all very loved #& its okay to have periods #you are still you #you're not any less than that #you are human #love you 🩷 #mwah mwah

[wonderinc-sonic]

@mecha-shadow you reminded me of one of my fave angel island headcanons.

Knuckles can fish in the river up there, but he has to be quick: many of the fish will get rushed off the island once they swim downstream post breeding season, and just fall to the ground. Tails suggested he put a net just off the island, but Knuckles would consider that cheating.

And obviously, if Angel Island is flying overhead in the wrong season, fish sometimes just rain from it. Carry an umbrella, folks, forecasting drizzle and salmon.

#knuckles the echidna #wonderincs #i thought of this after writing my silly Day in the Life of Knuckles oneshot last year #oof that was long ago #one of my first i believe

[ladyzayinwonderland]

#made a blanket fort #watched treasure planet #making do while Brandon’s away for work #also made hot chocolate and chai chocolate chip cookies #the cookies are excellent btw 10/10 recommend making them #last night some friends and I played an MCU oneshot #we all played iterations of spider-man (or venom/carnage) and it was awesome #totally chaotic and all over the place #but so so fun to be joking and laughing and goofing off #idk I just feel kinda mellow right now so I’m holding on to things that make me happy #my life #also the lights reflected off the armoire mirror #and created a nice little starry effect and I love it

[kiwibirdlafayette]

does anyone else think a lot about ruxomar!dianite being like a father figure to Tom post-canon who is trying to understand what it means to be a dianite beyond just the powers and the title and who otherwise hasnt had much guidance in the way of non-fighting life related things (bc that’s all s1 dianite really instilled in him when he revived him) or just me

#i had like. a oneshot idea in my head last night and i just started thinking about them #like Rux!Dianite just seems like such a chill dude in the same way ianite’s like that aunty who you turn to when you’re fucked up #s2 dianite seems like that uncle/father who’s got geniunely the best life advice #like hes super intimidating lookin and could beat up anyone who wronged him #sit down with him n he’ll drop the realest fuckin fucking shit yknow #but like. compared to s1 dianite he’s like. yknow someone who u can just talk to #which is what i think cTom fuckin needs lol #anyway. brainrot for the day #mianite #mianite s2 #lord dianite #dianite #i could also have horribly misinterpreted his character but in all fairness the most we see of him is bejn a chaotic ass fruity ghost so

[seventh-district]

it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!

#Seven.txt #my face #i have rematerialized back out of the void to once again make my once-in-a-blue-moon selfie & life update post #i’m running on 4 hours of restless sleep and the single banana i ate for lunch earlier today. let’s do this #hrrrrg i hate the lighting in my bathroom but i refuse to take pictures in the absolute Mental Illness Disaster Zone™️ that is my bedroom #anyways. got diagnosed with Mystery Pain Syndrome at the dentist today. so now i take ✨steroids✨ #the less funny explanation is that my tooth still hurts with pressure nearly a month post-root canal and That’s Not Good #so we’re trying some new medications to see if that fixes it. and if not then who knows. root canal pt.2 the sequel. or extraction. sigh #and so the Dental Saga continues. todays visit went quite well in spite of the unforeseen mystery pain delaying the tooth-shaving plans #we had some time to kill so he managed to fill some of my other tiny cavities while i was there today so that’s good #okay moving on. what else. uhh. OH they finally came out and ran the fiber to the house last week!!! now i’m just waiting on one more- #-guy to come and finish the interior install and the long awaited fast internet will finally be mine eheheheheeeee #now i can feel my hours upon hours of unedited gameplay footage breathing down my neck :) #man i’ve got so much stuff piled up right now. i’m drowning in Tasks and it’s a lil overwhelming but i’ll handle it all! eventually #uhhhhm my current writing project is coming along well! i’ve never put so much time and effort into a oneshot before in my life #its a labor of love though and i think i’m gonna be really proud of myself (and the fic) once it’s complete #even if no one reads it bc it’s so goddamn self indulgent and kinda lowkey throws canon out the window but like. fuck it! #if i want Astarion to write a song on piano and perform it for me while mentally taking me on a trip down memory lane. then so be it #fr though i’ve never written anything quite like this and i rlly want to do it justice. even if its unrealistic i still want it to be Good #in other news i received word that one of the chickens i sponsor at my local Gentle Barn has passed away so i had a lil cry abt that #i feel so bad for his little tiny chicken wife. they obviously loved each other and it’s like. so sad when one half of an old couple dies #like. she pulled him out of his depression after his 1st wife died. now who’s gonna be there to pull Her out… #anyways let’s not get all sad about that again. in happier news my cat who i presumed died/got killed has returned home uninjured!!! #after that huge stray dog chased her into the woods i thought we’d never find or see her again #but then the morning after i started grieving her she showed back up hungry as hell yet completely unharmed like the enigma that she is #so that’s one definite highlight from earlier this month. uhh what else. rapid fire summary of the past few weeks let’s go- #Jersey turned 10! Bullet turned 10! my 6 year Veganniversary happened! i’m approaching 700 days on DuoLingo! #i’ve written more than 20 thousand words! i’ve been facing some fears! fighting my OCD! taking care of myself! (kinda!) #anyways things are far from being all sunshine and roses around here but i’m trying to focus on the good stuff for the most part #for now tho i have a headache and have reached 30 tags so it’s time to go shovel some mashed potatoes into my mouth :)

[theminecraftbee]

Seeing all the angst over 3L/LL is a bit funny to me, someone who wasn't on Tumblr for it and mostly enjoyed it as a funny miniseries with some action elements. They were hamming it up, and the emergent storylines were engaging, but if you didn't get super attached to the characters they were playing it really wasn't an angsty series. -corpse anon.

you know what, you do have a point. and i do think there’s something interesting to be said for whether you read it more as “game the ccs are playing” or “story with characters they’re telling”, because i think that also changes how you interact with it. (I’ve noticed a lot of people who see it as the former, for example, preferred last life, where a lot of people who see it as the latter prefer third life. which is an interesting thing I think!) but yeah this is totally true—you can read it as a fun miniseries with some action and maybe it will save you from going quite as insane.

#answered #original corpse anon #(I think?) #i still maintain grian’s last episode will oneshot most people who watch it #that’s normally the one that gets people #(with third life I mean) #but this is an interesting discussion

[sleeveace22]

Just played oneshot and i am Not the same. Ive never had my caretaking instincts catered to more than this game and Im going insane. I miss niko and i want a message knowing theyre safe!!! Im so normal rn you dont even know

#sleafspeak #oneshot #oneshot game #this games does the same thing The Last of Us and The (early)Walking Dead games do #and thats give you a child to deffend with youre fucking LIFE #i will never be the same.

[brokenhardies]

A Change In You (Feel So Alive)

Summary: DW Spoilers. A collection of segments from various parts of the Fifth Jane’s memory, all around one small moment

Word Count: 1031

titled after change (in the house of files) by deftones bc i have no chill

Taglist

@darth-caillic​ @sterling-writes​ @wonderguards​ @reirvival​ @arrthurpendragon​ @foxesandmagic @eddysocs @superspookyjanelle (want to be added or removed? send an ask or a dm!)

The Doctor never stayed. Jane was aware of that. Always bouncing around universe to universe and coming back to Earth with a snap of his fingers. She vaguely remembered Trenzalore, but even then, he kicked her out before she could stick around - probably proving that he wanted her to be like him. Always travelling but never staying. He only stayed for Christmas dinner once, with Amy and Rory, and probably never stuck around since that was the year before they ‘died’ of old age. 

Jane had been aware of that when the Toymaker stopped her heart in place, brainwashed her to be his perfect little soldier. She didn’t remember what she did while under his command, but the second she broke free of his shackles she asked the Doctor - the old one with his spikey hair and pinstripe suit and thin legs - if there was any way to repay their families. 

The new one said no, that was UNIT’s job. He’d moved on. Which was good, finally.

The Doctor had always seemed stuck in the past – memories and faces that darted around like flashes on a TV screen. She’d met the old man - his first incarnation - grumpy and uptight but with a trickster’s grin that proved to her that he was her dad. The cricketer was an interesting man - with celery on his lapel, no screwdriver and a surprisingly mature demeanour, considering that the Doctor told her that he had been young before the ‘time crash’ happened. War was… War, forever stuck between life and death, peace and sanity, the name of the Doctor. Then there was pinstripes and scruffy charm, bowties and alien joy with deer-like dexterity, punk music and Scots accent, forever grumpy at the world but caring behind the scenes… And her. Her mother, all colour and brightness and joy. 

Jane didn’t have time to grieve her before the reprise. Didn’t have time to grieve the Flux, or the Timeless Child, or the lie that had surrounded her origin. Both her and the Doctor. But that didn’t matter - back into the breach, it seemed. 

He was always running, and dear God, she just wanted him to slow down… Which was probably why the Toymaker saw her as a perfect specimen for his stupid, foolish game… Until she let go. If Donna and Rose could let go of the Metacrisis, so could she! And she did, letting go of all the grief and anxiety and the anger at the lies and the bitterness at her parent for not stopping. 

Before she regenerated, she remembered all the people she’d lost up until this point - Rose, Amy, Rory, Clara, Bill… Jenny, who was like a sister to her and that she hadn’t thought of or heard from in such a long time. It was a leap of faith, she stepped into the edge, feeling her body morph and change as she broke the porcelain trap…

And there she was. Lost, confused, standing in the UNIT control room in her old clothes and a new body. Able to control her movements, she ran to get to the Galvanic Beam before he did and–

Zap. Her first words were a cry of “No!” He’s had enough pain, can’t you let him rest? She was held back by guards and screamed “Let me go! I need to see him!” as the Toymaker taunted and taunted and taunted and– It was too late. He was going to change, again, and live with all that grief and guilt and torment…

“Unless…” A familiar voice - her previous incarnation - reminded her, “He can finally let go.” 

It seemed like a ridiculous conception. The Doctor? Letting go? Of all the grief and torment and pain? We’d be stuck up here for aeons before he did that… And then, the new Doctor’s head popped out of the old one’s shoulder. 

“And in years to come you might find yourself revisiting a few, but just the old favourites, eh?” Was what the Curator had said to the Doctor, what felt like all those years ago. Jane - then James, still reeling from regeneration energy - probably didn’t realise why he’d said that. Why he’d specifically mentioned the ‘old favourites’. Regeneration for her was like coming out of a long nap, waking up disoriented and unable to feel correctly. 

And when she saw the Tenth face again, she didn’t put two and two together… Until that happened. Until Fifteen came crawling out of Fourteen’s shoulder, pulled by her and Donna and Mel, in what was supposed to be a myth - but honestly, considering the pair’s track record, most myths were made to be proven. Ten didn’t want to go… And Fourteen got to stay. 

It took a while for him to realise, up until Donna dropped all pretence and just admitted that the face came back to stay for once. Jane never thought she’d say this to the man who turned her into a living doll and weaponized her guilt and anger as brainwashing tools, but thank you Toymaker for giving them that hammer, she wasn’t sure how the Doctor would live without the TARDIS - his wife, his sexy. 

When the new one said that Sarah-Jane was gone, Jane may have teared up. Sure, she wasn’t Jane’s biological mother, but she was the closest thing Jane had to a mum for the formative years of her life. And she loved her. The Doctor loved her - even if he dropped her off in the wrong location. He never said it out loud until today, and hearing both of them say it? Warmed her heart. 

Then, off he pops, back to Earth, brand new TARDIS and all. They get the one with the jukebox though - it seemed like something they’d both enjoyed - and as the new Doctor - her new Doctor - flicks the switch… Jane talked for what felt like the first time in ages.

“So…” She swallowed, new voice was hard to get used to, especially one without an accent that matched her dad’s, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere amazing.” He grinned. 

“...Yeah, after you get dressed.”

He snorted. “You still look like a craft store threw up on you.” “And you’re still not wearing pants.”

#ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #queerocs #doctor who oc #OC: Jane #story: life on mars #the last lines are my fave in the whole fic #a bit shorter than the five angst fest but still makes me happy cry :') #yes im publishing it b4 i go to sleep bc im p sure nph in his fruity little outfit is going to haunt me tonight :') #i have an unfinished oneshot for the star beast (that needs to be retconned bc of rose becoming jane's cousin) #and an unfinished one for this episode #but ive finished two of them in the oneshot collection! yay! #i was listening to cure for me by aurora while writing this and it shows

[alienssstufff]

I NEED to know what bdubs was going to say in that last life apocalypse au comic,,, pretty please? 🥺

lmaooo THIS one??

angst :]

#ask stufff #last life apocalypse au #wrote a oneshot abt it even ^_^

[atherix0]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grian/Mumbo, Grian/Mumbo/Scar, background Martyn/Cleo, background Martyn/Ren, background Scott/Jimmy, Grian/Scar Characters: Scar - Character, Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, everyone else is minor appearances, or mentioned - Character Additional Tags: Soulmates, mututal pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Watcher Grian, Scar is a threepart hybrid, Human Evoker and Vex, Scar has issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, gods have souls and are not exempt from having soulmates, Misunderstandings, (but in the background) - Freeform, Avian Pearl, Starborn Scott, Polyamorous Relationships, Platonic Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, author is poly don't come at me, obligatory characters not ccs, obligatory not RPF, This is moreso based off of Double Life so that'll clue you in on who's soulmates, There's some suicidal ideation in here towards the end so be careful, Implied Sexual Content, (nothing explicit), Fantasy Racism, modern minecraft world, soulmates are expressed through eye color, soulmates can feel what each other feels, including pain and physical sensations, this one got away from me, but I'm posting it as a oneshot anyway, because that's how I wrote it, Watchers are not evil, minecraft world has many gods, made up Vex biology, made up Illager culture, Scar looks human at first glance, but the longer you look at him the less human he appears, no beta I'm not a Coward Summary:

Scar had given up on finding his soulmate.

#Right I should probably share this #Last Life SMP #Fanfiction #Scarian #Mumscarian #I'm really bad at tagging if that's not obvious #30k+ #yeah I looked at that wordcount and realize dthat's literally short novel length #and then I posted it as a oneshot anyway #will eventually write a companion fic for Grian + Mumbo pov #but I am wiped #Mind the tagged warnings

[orcelito]

So weird to be in the "Sentido active" doc again

Finally following thru with my promise to make a sequel fic for it......

#speculation nation #im going to name it smth more well thought than just fucking Sentido #laziest name ever. oh well. #i'll probably keep with the theme and name it smth in spanish #to be like 'no this is Not just me using a spanish word bc it sounds cool' #i swear i speak spanish 😭 imperfect spanish but i am conversationally fluent i swear 😭 #i just dont like typing it usually bc im awful with spelling and then i end up self conscious about my grammar hfkshfjdj #easier to speak it. #anyways im at work and thinking about the oneshot #im only doing this bc i want vashwood Now and it's got some basis. also i want to write smut. such is life. #this will be the last tristamp related thing i make lmfao. and it is decidedly trimax flavor even still. #cant help being a trimax bitch! #still at work tho. i should probably work on closing things. :P

[juodojimirtis]

I have a crack theory... Well, sort of. What if Reya pulled a God from Lucifer (the TV show), and "upgraded" Lilith to become Adriel's perfect bride, thinking "maybe my son will quit throwing a fit once he has a woman to rein him in"? Of course, jokes on her, Lilith did screw Adriel, but instead of reining him in, she joined him. For a time.

Reya should have used the opportunity of Lilith coming to the Other Side, sat her down, and told her: "Listen, I gave you new cool powers, now I need you to fuck my son. He might as well be Satan, so your name makes you two a perfect fit. Go get me some grandchildren."

Not that it wouldn't have backfired. I'd imagine Lilith would be pissed. Rightfully so. Her mother demanded the perfect Warrior Nun, now some divine.... B*** demands a perfect Mrs. False Prophet. Without asking her.

Of course, who knows, Reya could have gained at least grandchildren. I saw someone theorize about an Adriel/Lilith child. I've done it myself. I think it's a cool possibility.

#warrior nun #warrior nun thougts #warrior nun theory #warrior nun crack #sister lilith #adriel #reya (warrior nun) #lucifer tv #warrior nun fanwork #warrior nun fandom #crack well... sort of #i think lilith would keep the child away from both her mom and divine mil #she wouldn't let it experience the same pain she did because of them #it wouldn't be a tool nor a legacy over her dead body #and i think eventually she'd be glad to have it since finally she'd have someone unconditionally hers #not that I don't have an idea for a bunch dof bittersweet oneshots where lilith and reya reconcile #reya wants to be a part of the child's life because it's the last part of her son living on #and lilith longs for a family #lucifer villaumbrosia #i do have that one post where he's described #why do i keep making myself sad #warrior nun fankids #thought journal #diary pages #confessions of a madwoman

[nazumichi]

NEED to make a post uhhh uhh. the beef between marie and nina would be insane.

#raii talks a lot #i wrote about this actually <- wrote like a paragraph in a oneshot that had fuck all to actually do about it #basically like “when older relatives say the last time they saw you you were yea high and you’re like who is this person” #it’s like that. but more hatred. and i can’t decide if it’s funnier if flip does everything in his power to stop them from interacting bc #marie is a Bad Influence on his Sweet Sweetie Daughter (probably true) or if he realizes that there’s very few like #how do i say this. older female role models in nina’s life. “you know who i think has good advice about things. woman who just #stole my bowler hat. and my speedboat. and” #anyway nina doesn’t like her as proven by the cafe artwork where marie’s stealing her tips and marie doesn’t care but likes to annoy